Lucietta. A Fragment
LUCIETTA, my deary,That fairest of faces!Is made up of kisses;But, in love, oft the case isEven stranger than this is--There's another, that's slyer,Who touches me nigher,--A Witch, an intriguer,Whose manner and figureNow piques me, excites me,Torments and delights me--Cætera desunt.
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